an·dro·pho·bia | \ ˌan-drə-ˈfō-bē-ə noun : an abnormal dread of men : repugnance to the male sex Thea is the definition of sweetness. Whether it be stopping to talk to a homeless person in the streets or volunteering overtime at her local charity shop, she feels the need to give and not take. Although that comes with disadvantages of its own, the effects of a strange phobia of hers only make her life more difficult: her growing fear of men. And when she meets the most terrifying of them all, she is forced to ultimately confront her fear. In the form of a murderous member of the mafia by the name of Synn, that same uncontrollable terror that she experiences in the presence of a man only sparks an interest in him. But unbeknownst to Synn, a man who revels at the tremor of his enemies, he cannot figure out why her wide, teary eyes do not give him the same pleasure. Why does that same terror-stricken look on Thea's face only make his heart clench with pain instead of content? #1 in Hot #1 in Fear #1 in Scared #1 in Sweet #1 in Kind #3 in Cute #5 in Love Cover done by @kimtherespeopledying

In a world divided by power, there are two breeds of humans. The powerful Nobles and the powerless Serfs. A group of teenagers try to navigate life together despite their differences. All the while fighting their enemies, overcoming traumatic pasts, uncovering shocking truths, and dealing with complicated love and painful betrayals. Seventeen year old, Eleya Woodruff, commonly known as Elle, is forced to distance herself from Prince Alec, the boy who had previously brought light into her life. The pain of forbidden romance is shattering, but matters worsen as she has to watch him court another woman. Yet, the romantic chaos is not the only tension in the air. Lies and betrayal seem to be a common theme in this world and ever since Elle was born, her life has been full of it. The experiences to come are agonizing, but no matter what laws have pushed them away, when it becomes a matter of life and death, Prince Alec and Elle are forced to protect each other or say goodbye forever. Elle has to pull through for herself and for those she cares about. That is... if she can keep everyone alive long enough to do so. 🥀

"Cause you see the shelter as the storm Holding wind to keep you warm You were everything to me This is why I have to leave So sleep well my angel Sleep well my angel..." I've heard this song before. I lifted my heavy eyelids to look at him. He stopped singing and glanced down at his chest where I was laying. "Giselle... What is it, love?" Concern. One of his emotions that only I knew. "I know this song. Someone sang it to me, on the day of that... Wolf accident. But I can't recall clearly. And you have the exact similar voice." I tried harder to remember. He gently lifted my chin up, to meet his blue orbs. A crooked smile made its way onto his handsome face. "It WAS... me, angel!" ♣♣♣♣♣♣ A/N : This is my own fanfic, picturing an untold love story of Niklaus Mikaelson. My story will have scenes and plots and characters from The Originals (TO) and The Vampires Diaries (TVD). But it won't be the exact similar storyline. Hope y'all like it, dearies.

[Wattpad Picks: Editors' Choice] Saoirse's blood dances with iron and trickery, a secret she has managed to sheathe from all faery alike. Until now, that is. When Saoirse's cunning and charade is shredded to bits by the malevolent interfering of faery royalty, Saoirse makes a vow of thorns; edged and prickly, one dangerous enough to cost her the life she invoked it for. To keep her life and the cursed magic that makes her both admired and feared, she must use her prized gifts to cross faery territory and charm her way into the heart of the Alder King's Court at the command of the Spring.

Saoirse's blood dances with iron and trickery, a secret that is no longer sheathed, nor hers to keep. When Saoirse's cunning and charade is torn asunder by her very own hands, she finds herself in a precarious peril, fighting to salvage her life and that of The Alder King, to whom she has unwittingly given her heart. Bastard Daughter of the Spring. Cursed Iron Faery. Ill-fated lover to the Alder King. She goes by many titles, but none reveal that her very life is bound of iron and thorns, still hinged on a vow she made to the Spring Court. Skin stamped with scars, and head held high, Saoirse must learn to navigate this world of malevolent faery trickery, with dangers and ancient secrets abounding, on a perilous journey to wreck havoc on the Spring.

the boy scratched at the skin on his wrist so hard it bled. he'd been doing it all summer. so much so that the skin on his left arm was nothing but scabs and irritated skin. it itched. it constantly fucking itched and it hurt. but the subtle pain was a decent daily distraction from his mind. and harry liked that. there's only so much dark magic a person can suffer before it leaves a mark. harry potter 8th year fanfic WARNING: 18+

❝DEATH IS COMING, DEATH IS COMING.❞ A girl watches kingdoms fall as a man stained with the blood of an empire, puts a crown on her head. [4.15.17] all rights reserved ©2017

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She's a wild, free spirit who sees the good in everyone, and he's the hardened, bad-tempered loner who wants nothing to do with her-yet no matter how hard he tries to push her away, she's the one temptation he can't escape. *** He's never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she says every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other. She's never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find it, whether he likes it or not. It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites. *** "You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing. He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl. He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away. "You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering. "I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk. *** #1 in Young Adult #9 in Badboy #1 in Cold #3 in Goodgirl #1 in Sweetheart #14 in Love *** *Warning* This story contains mature themes (language, scenes)

Rose does not like Harry. And Harry does not like Rose. But perhaps the threat of a ruthless brain and a shady corporate conspiracy could change for them. or, at least, could make a stash of Snickers. He was like the moon-- a part of him was always hidden